timeless bomb

one

"katsuki."

...

"KATSUKI!" bang bang.

my eyes fluttered open, the sun beaming lines of gold through the cheap blinds.

"GODDAMN IT KATSUKI GET THE FUCK UP. ILL KICK THIS DOOR DOWN IF I HAVE TO." i heard from outside my door.

i jolted forward, looking over at my phone.

"i-im up.. ma'am." i replied quietly.

soon enough i heard the shuffling getting quieter and quieter as she made it further and further away from my bedroom door.. or whatever my bedroom was now.

i wasnt deserving of living upstairs anymore so i lived in the basement, my parents couldnt bare seeing me or even knowing i lived under the same roof as them after i came out as gay.

this was what a normal saturday looked like for me.

i dragged my feet to my bathroom, removing my clothing and stepping foot in the cold porcelain tub.

i twisted the knob only to find myself staring at nothing.

'she hadn't paid the bill, right.' i thought.

i sighed and decided to just go upstairs and accept my fate of being beat black and blue.

before i could even step a single inch up the stairs another loud crash was heard, this time followed by shattering and yelling.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT? GET UP HERE AND MAKE ME BREAKFAST." the voice ordered.

i gulped down my anxiety and took a deep breath before trudging my way up the stairs.

once at the top i was met with shattered glass by my toes.

"LETS GO." she said, her nails seeping deeply into my skull as she dragged me by my hair into the kitchen.

i hissed in pain, grabbing my head after. 'its my fault anyway. i deserve this.' i thought.

"once you're done, you better clean that goddamn mess or ill kill you." she said, tossing herself into our bug infested couch.

i nodded and bent down to grab a pan.

holding back tears, i knew it was better for me to just suck it up.. if i didn't my beating would be worse anyway.

eggs were probably my safest bet for today considering making pancakes was out of question since the milk had expired.

i lit fire under the pan using my quirk and cracked an egg onto the pan.

while it cooked, i grabbed a dish to serve it on, setting it down beside me.

i looked over momentarily to find my mom watching the blank television screen, a bottle of beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.

"YOU BETTER BE DONE. IM FUCKING HUNGRY." she slurred out, taking a puff of her cigarette which of course followed by a hoarse cough.

"i-its almost done.. ma'am." i said, peeling the finished eggs off the pan and plating them.

i walked over, handing her the plate gently trying to avoid any sort of conflict possible.

she glared at me, taking the plate."back the fuck up, who told you you could be so close to me." she said shoving me backwards.

i stood there, waiting for her to take a bite. a knot formed in my stomach. if it wasn't to her liking i was fucked so i prepared myself for any outcome.

she dug through the couch and pulled out an old used plastic spoon and took a bite from the eggs.

she paused for a moment, leaving me relieved until she smashed the plate at the wall, the contents on what was left of the plate sliding down the poorly painted wall.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT. CANT DO ONE FUCKING THING RIGHT CAN YOU?" she said standing up and gripping onto my already ripped collar.

"i-im sorry." i mumbled, earning a harsh knee to the ribs.

i folded, clutching my ribs as pain coerced through my entire body.

'i cant do anything. i deserved it, i deserve it all.' i though to myself, falling to the ground which resulted in a hard kick to my head.

"GO. GET OUT. GET FUCKING LOST." she screamed in my face, her breath reeked of alcohol.

i placed my two hands on the floor to support myself while i stood up. i backed myself into the wall as she continued to scream at me more.

i heard nothing, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

my breathing was hitched and i felt as tears spilled from my eyes.

"w-what?" i stuttered, the one thing i seemed to actually be good at.

"YOU HEARD ME FAGGOT. GET THE FUCK OUT! I DONT WANT YOU. I DONT WANT A FAILURE LIKE YOU FOR A SON." she said, latching onto the collar of my shirt again and shoving me outside, causing me to fall down the concrete stairs that led up to my house. or what used to be my house.

i stood outside, staring at what once used to be a loving home.

i choked out a sob, smashing my hand over my mouth and falling to my knees. tears spilling over my hand.

memories flooded into my head and left me gasping for air.

bakugos memory: "kat! come here." my mom said, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me out of the car. "do you like it?" she asked, bending down to my level. i looked up in awe, staring at the dark green shingles that covered the entire exterior of the house. "its beautiful isnt it?" my dad said, following behind us he patted my back. "lets go take a peek inside!" he said as i nodded and followed both of them inside. the inside was brand new, the hardwood floors were freshly polished and the walls were covered in a beautiful wallpaper, one i happened to pick with my mother. "woah.. wheres my room?" i asked, skipping innocently around the house, my voice echoing due to the lack of furniture. "hm.. i think its down here bud!" my dad said, pointing down the hall to a door with the name "kat." etched neatly on it. i twisted the door knob, looking up for validation before stepping in. my room was orange and black, exactly how i asked. i gasped, looking back at my parents who were standing in the door frame. i ran to them and engulfed them into a hug. "this is awesome." i said as my dad lifted me up and kissed my forehead before setting me down on my freshly carpeted bedroom. "im glad you like it pal!" he said ruffling my spiky hair and the two left me to unpack.

end of memory.

droplets of water softly fell from the sky and onto my bruised skin, pulling me from my thoughts.

'fuck.' i thought, wiping my eyes and walking off.

i had no idea where i was going. i let my feet lead the way.

i was just kicked out of my own home.

fuck.